It was like a sharp weapon piercing ice shards, destroying all her thunder attacks.

Ye Fan moved forward and grabbed it again, and Zhuo Yiyi's offensive stopped instantly.

Ye Fan's fingers once again pushed further.

Zhuo Yiyi, who was holding the dagger, backed away in shock.

Her intuition told her that if she didn't retreat, her chest would be scratched by Mark.

Ye Fan is gentle and elegant, without any murderous intent, but his moves are strange and light, and his moves are extremely fast.

He only caught it once and changed it three times to turn the dangerous situation around.

Then Ye Fan stepped forward another three meters and continued to force Zhuo Yiyi with the rest of his claws.

Zhuo Yiyi waved her dagger.

She used three swords in one breath, but each time the sword light was extinguished by Ye Fan before it could bloom.

She even took eight steps back, but still couldn't get rid of Mark's hand.

Zhuo Yiyi had no choice but to break the sword and slash it towards Ye Fan's wrist.

"Whoosh!"

But when her sword light came back, Ye Fan's speed also increased dramatically.

Ye Fan reached out with his arm, bypassed the broken sword with his palm, and already touched Zhuo Yiyi's chest.

A sudden grab.

There was a splash, no dazzling wounds, and no blood splattered.

Zhuo Yiyi also stopped where she was, without shouting or struggling.

But suddenly, like an empty snakeskin bag, it lost its vitality.

Her heart was pinched by Ye Fan.

Zhuo Yiyi's eyes were full of frustration and anger, but more importantly, despair.

Ye Fan said indifferently: "You lost again!"

Lost again!

Lost again!

How strong is this kid!

The four great protectors, the six great geniuses, and the eight great teachers were once again completely silent.

You can't dodge the flying knives, and you can't dodge even with one hand. It's so abnormal.

Everyone has no disdain or anger towards Ye Fan, only awe and absolute surrender to the strong.

They knew that the Wucheng Martial League was afraid of changing its members starting today.

"Agreed or not?"

Ye Fan stared at Zhuo Yiyi and said calmly: "If you don't accept it, I can give you another chance!"

For Ye Fan, Zhuo Yiyi's skills were basically the same as him without using the dragon-slaying technique.

Therefore, Zhuo Yiyi, who had two shoulder blades pierced by him in advance, would definitely lose in another hundred battles.

Faced with Ye Fan's pressure, his calm demeanor, and the hand on his heart, Zhuo Yiyi twitched the corner of his mouth a few times.

Then, she sighed quietly and knelt down with a plop.

Zhuo Yiyi said to Ye Fan: "Zhuo Yiyi admits defeat. From now on, I will be yours."

"Just admit defeat!"

Ye Fan helped Zhuo Yiyi up, and then glanced at the four guardians: "Are you convinced?"
Chapter completed!